150. EIN' FESTE BUG. Martin Luther, 1483-1548
1. A might-y for-tress is our God, A bul-wark nev-er fail - ing
Our help-er he a-mid the flood Of mor-tal ills pre-vail - ing
For still our an-cient foe Doth seek to work us woe; His craft and power are -
great. And armed with cru-el hate, On earth is not his e - qual.
2. Did we in our own strength con-fide Our striv-ing would be los - ing
Were not the right Man on our side, The Man of God's own choos - ing
Dost ask who that may be? Christ Je-sus, it is he; Lord Sa-ba-oth his
Name, from age to age the same, And he must win the bat -tle.
3. And though his world, with devils filled,
Should threaten to undo us;
We will not fear, for God hath willed
His truth to triumph through us;
The prince of darkness grim,
We tremble not for him;
His rage we can endure.
For lo! his doom is sure,
One little word shall fell him.
4. That word above all earthly powers,
No thanks to them, abideth;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours
Through him who with us sideth:
Let goods and kindred go,
This mortal life also;
The body they may kill:
God truth abideth still,
His kingdom is forever.
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Martin Luther, 1483-1546
Tr. Fredrick H. Hedge, 1805-90
Based on Pslam 46
This is my abosolute favorite hymn. It is a reminder that we are in a war against the devil and that our fortress is Christ and we must rely on Him to win the battle.
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